The water pours half into my mouth, half onto the floor.
Only later do I realize I have a coffee cup, not thrown away, sitting on my desk. The first filling of water is stained but I drink anyway; I’m not wasting water. I’d read somewhere that you can blow your kidneys out with too much protein, and I can taste my lunch from earlier: a ten-ounce protein shake that I’d overpaid for at the gas station. Still cheaper than an actual lunch.
Two weeks ago I tried the Smart’n’Final and found a four pack for about a third the price. I bought all they had. When I went back a week later they hadn’t restocked. They might’ve discontinued carrying it.
Outside the trash trucks are beeping and lifting the bins.
I have to keep an eye on them. Twice they’ve left them without dumping, no explanation. They only come once a week, so it becomes a real pain.
There's sirens in the distance. I'm on a side street but it's city nearby. There's constant activity.
Yesterday, the helicopters came in the afternoon. Breaking news on the laptop said there was a man with a knife. I looked up the address and saw that it was where I often get my coffee in the morning. I hadn’t heard any gunshots but they said that the cops had fired.
Down a few blocks there’d been a big hullabaloo a month ago because of a similar shooting. The homeless guy killed by the police was pretty well known in the community and a lot of people were upset. The local free press did a story on it and they said the investigation was shoddy and incomplete; certain key witnesses weren’t even talked to.
A local politico had come to a community meeting and the crowd really let him have it, booing him and reacting with anger. The next day the cops came in force, doing a sweep and rousted/hauled away all the tents and other belongings of the homeless. That’ll teach them.